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Tonight’s Frugal Menu

Posted By on May 20, 2009

I’m in cooking mode lately. Chicken is under 70 cents a pound, and I’m finding use for ten pound bags!

Tonight’s menu: chicken enchilada casserole, Spanish rice, and homemade salsa.  The enchilada casserole is always a family favorite, and I made the salsa a couple of days ago and was quite pleased with how it came out. I haven’t tried the Spanish rice before,  but I followed the directions of a dear lady who knows her way around the kitchen… the same lady who told me the basics of easy salsa making. So… if you want the “recipes” here goes.

Chicken Enchilada Casserole

  • chicken
  • corn tortillas
  • 1 can cream of chicken soup
  • 1 container sour cream
  • 1 can nacho cheese sauce or green chili enchilada sauce
  • cheese
  • 1 onion

Boil the chicken. (Amount is flexible.) Save the broth for tomorrow’s chicken and dumplings.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Mix sour cream, cream of chicken soup, sauce, cheese, and diced onion in a bowl. (What size containers you use is really a matter of taste. We used reduced fat sour cream.)

Layer sauce mixture, torn pieces of tortilla, and chicken. Top and bottom layers should be sauce mixture. Cook until cheese is melted and casserole is hot, anywhere from 10-45 minutes.

As you see, the recipe is very forgiving.

Spanish Rice

The key, I’m told, is to brown the rice in oil before adding water and tomato sauce. The lady who gave the directions didn’t give amounts, so I used 3 cups rice, 6 cups water, and one small can of tomato paste. I added a diced onion and some onion salt and cumin. I’ll let you know how it turns out.

Salsa

This is the easy way. My favorite is a fresh pico de gallo, but I rarely have time to make that. This is a delicious second choice, and it’s so easy and affordable that I can keep it in the house constantly.

  • 1 large can diced tomatoes
  • 1 small can whole jalapeno without liquid, stems removed. If you prefer a milder salsa, you can remove the seeds.
  • 1 onion, in quarters
  • garlic (optional)
  • cilantro (optional but strongly recommended)
  • salt to taste
  • 1-2 Tbsp lemon juice

Put all ingredients in blender, and pulse until onion is thoroughly mixed in.

The cost of all this? Including leftovers, about $7 to feed our big clan. Maybe $8 if I get all responsible and serve veggies.

Update: The casserole and salsa are family favorites, but the rice needs some work. It definitely requires more water than I used initially; I think next time I will find a different recipe.

Yum

Posted By on May 19, 2009

Well, last night I got around to trying the recipe I’d found for “Candy Chicken.” I didn’t follow the recipe exactly (didn’t measure) and it came out fantastic. I did, however, use way too much liquid. Next time I’ll correct that. However, if you want something new and delicious to try, I recommend it.

Heard around the House

Posted By on May 14, 2009

Covarr: [regarding Communion] Jesus has one of the highest blood alcohol levels in recorded history.

To You

Posted By on May 12, 2009

God loves you. He knows every single bit of goodness in you, even the things you are not aware of. He sees so much beauty and love when He looks at you. He sees how you struggle, how you hold your burdens. He sees your work, your compassion, and He is proud of you.

If you turn away from Him, he does not stop loving you. There is nothing — nothing — you can do that will make Him turn away from you or stop loving you. His love isn’t because He doesn’t know you, it is because He does.

Why do you run from love?

Mom and God

Posted By on May 10, 2009

I know, everyone is talking about mothers today. So maybe you’ll think I’m unoriginal, but I want to talk about mine. Specifically, I want to discuss how she helped me to develop my understanding of God.

Now, my mother has always modeled faith. She raised me from my earliest days with a knowledge that God made us, sent His only son to redeem us, and loves us unconditionally. I didn’t always understand what all of that meant, but I knew it was true. And as I got older, she corrected my misconceptions with love, set a good example, and continued to teach me.

But there’s something more that she did: she showed me God. We’ve all heard songs and quotes about God having no hands but ours; well, at my mother’s hands I met God. I didn’t see his face growing up, but I saw His hands. They were holding the phone that talked to my 9th grade social studies teacher. They were driving the car that put the fear of God into the local bullies, so that they never picked on me again. (She didn’t hurt them, but she DID scare them!) They were opening doors, tying shoes, brushing hair, and carrying children. They were the hands of love; and because I knew love from the day of my birth, it wasn’t too difficult to believe in the love of God.

Thank you, God, for the gift of my mother. And thank you, Mom, for the gift of God. I love you.

Can you imagine

Posted By on May 3, 2009

… love so complete, so infinite, that it can make anything, do anything, give anything, and not be diminished?

It’s hard to soar like an eagle when you tweet like a cuckoo

Posted By on May 2, 2009

Cuckoos are often highly secretive and in many cases best known for their wide repertoire of calls. Calls are usually relatively simple, resembling whistles, flutes, or hiccups.The calls are used in order to demonstrate ownership of a territory and to attract a mate. [From Wikipedia]

I’m not sure how this differs from the concept behind Twitter.

Let me see if I have it straight. The idea is to allow ordinary people an audience, so that they may document every moment of their waking day with updates  of what they are doing, thus staying tied to the computer like a tightened leash.

I can just see what would happen if someone really used Twitter as it was intended.

FascinatingTween:

6:14 AM: Just woke up. Overslept my alarm by 12 minutes. Took a minute to get online because I had to go to the bathroom.

6:16 AM: Forgot to flush, now it smells. I was going to take a shower but then remembered I hadn’t told you where I was going.

6:57 AM: im all clean, now i hav2 get dressed.

7:05 AM: im hungry, think ill have chocolate coated sugar bombs

7:19 AM: we were out of ccsb so i had wheaties instead, ew

7:55 AM: crap im late cul8r

9:02 AM: keyboarding class sux

9:04 AM: @SuperSusie OMG did he rly say that?

9:05 AM: @Brad u shud totally dump her

9:06 AM: @tweettwit did u study for the test?

9:07 AM: bbiab test is being passed out now

9:55 AM: i want an iphone

12:21 PM: lunchtime, im eating in the library

12:26 PM: @SuperSusie no way!

12:28 PM: @SuperSusie what r u gonna do?

12:29 PM: @SuperSusie what a skank!

12:30 PM: brb ggp

12:39 PM: sry took so long had gas too.

12:40 PM: chewing spearment gum

12:41 PM: threw the wrapper away. shoot what am i gona wrap my gum in when im done?

12:42 PM: bells gonna ring any minute

12:43 PM: @Brad u know Susie is available

12:44 PM: @SuperSusie orly? i thnk he liks u

12:45 PM: @Brad idk why don’t u ask her

12:46 PM: @SuperSusie theres the bell, see u next period

3:22 PM: the school banned twitter. there is no good reason! it’s unfair!!!!!! 🙁 they said its interfering with “student productivity.”

3:23 PM: @SuperSusie u there?

3:24 PM: @SuperSusie let me no when u get on

3:25 PM: brb

3:49 PM: my mom says no more twitter till my homework is done.

3:56 PM: @SuperSusie moms in the bathroom. Susie?

4:07 PM: @SuperSusie im on computer restriction, c u in class 2morrow

1:04 AM: @SuperSusie did he ask you out?

Blessed

Posted By on May 2, 2009

Blessed is the man who brings kumquats for his sick wife. Next stop, chocolate for dipping.

And happy his wife.

Healing

Posted By on April 27, 2009

You tried so hard to forget. You were too small to deal with it, so you hid it away, to protect yourself. It was all the protection you could give yourself, because those you needed and trusted most betrayed you. They didn’t defend you when you needed them most. You cried yourself to sleep so many times you felt like your eyes were permanently swollen. But you knew you had to be strong, or you would never survive. So you put on an armor, a shield behind which you hid the pain and fear.

And you felt betrayed by God Himself. Big, strong Father who was supposed to love you and protect you didn’t stop this terrible thing from happening. He didn’t put people in your path who understood, who could help, and you were left to learn to deal with it all alone.

If God was a betrayer, you reasoned, it was only right to lead others away from this big, unsympathetic father who was all harsh and didn’t care. And now, so many, many years later, you’ve almost forgotten why you struggle so hard against your Daddy. You’ve almost forgotten. You’ve almost convinced yourself you’ve forgiven. But that anger — that righteous anger at those who would harm a child — is still there. And you have tried very hard to use it for good, by protecting others from the betrayer who doesn’t care.

The only problem with that reasoning is that He does care. He has cried with you over the betrayal you suffered. He knows, and he has put people in your path who love you so, so, so very much that even though they know they cannot approach your anger directly, they pray for you every day. They pray that your pain will be eased. They pray that your healing will one day soon be complete. They pray that one day you will stop running from love.

Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed;

save me, and I shall be saved;

for thou art my praise. (Jeremiah 17:14)

Your Father loves you with the love you have craved with all your being.

A Curtain Climber by Any Other Name

Posted By on April 20, 2009

I’ve been thinking about names for Curtain Climber, and have wondered if we should come up with a new name for him. So far, we’ve thought of:

  • Rocker Climber
  • Counter Climber
  • Table Climber
  • Cabinet Climber
  • Computer Monitor Climber
  • Television Climber
  • Mom Climber

All in all, I’m not convinced any other name would make much of a difference. The funny thing is, the curtains are about the only thing he hasn’t climbed. But to make up for it, he occasionally makes me climb the walls.

Ah, motherhood: it’s not a job, it’s a vocation. It has to be… a job would be too easy to quit!

Have a happy week, all!